As she walked down the hall, lights blinked

As she walked down the hall, lights blinked out and flickered back on as she passed. To the casual observer, she was magic and scary, but close observation would reveal a shadow

of about 5 O'clock on her chin. Ever since she started waking and baking, her facial hair had intensified. Didn't matter. She took another toke. Time for Need For Speed. She picked

up her old copy of Speed. Wait. Wasn't "need for speed" from Top Gun? She shrugged. The hard questions were ruining her mj-induced high. So she put on Martha Stewart instead.

When she discovered that Martha's spoiled daughter Alexis and Martha's gay pseudo-son Kevin Sharkey had taken over the program, apparently all of the glomming on had made these

Not helping matters was no one wanted to make any changes with the creepy guy with the Jew-fro and his painting show. She had a happy little coniption fit that led to

giggles all around. All of the hipsters had a group realization that art shows were really a pathetic waste of time. They dropped their Pabst's in unison and headed to

the exit. However, a major blizzard had blown in while they were busy complimenting each others' packages. The snow had reached knee height, so they hiked up their pants

waded through the drift between the door and the hot tub. Ahhhhhh... nothing better than a hot soak while the snow keeps your head cool. Just then a polar bear decided to join them

,so they handed him a bottle of Coke and made room for him in the tub. They all agreed that together they looked like a soft drink commercial.